How Not to Spend New Year’s Eve

ImageI like to think that I’m immune to the trivial human behavior: tears, love, or getting hyped over the celebration of a new year. Most of the time, I force my mind to wander when I’m faced with such predicaments. “Why do I have to think like this?” I ask. “Nothing good came out of this the last time?” I remind myself. “Where is the conspiracy here?” I try to analyze.

I desperately wanted this year to be different from the previous; hence, I desperately wanted to celebrate this New Year’s Eve in a different way. I cleaned the entire apartment (toilets and everything), helped my mom in the kitchen, and called (or texted) my friends and family members to wish them a happy new year – instead of casually posting a greeting on Facebook. I ignored the urge to go over my closet and throw half of the clothes I thought I would never wear again; I, also, ignored all the invites to dinner or drinks. I planned it to be a quiet night at home.

I sat at the dinner table and stayed with my mother till the last hours of the night. On previous New Year’s Eves I would watch TV by myself when I’m done with dinner, and stay up till dawn. This time, however, I decided to keep my family company and go to bed at a reasonable time. I figured I’d go to bed when my mom does; however, she was quite the night owl that evening – she was still watching TV when I went to bed at 4:30 a.m.

“No New Year Resolutions this time,” I thought as I fluffed my pillow. “This day is like any other day of the year. Tomorrow, I will continue doing whatever it is I was doing.”

The next day, however, I couldn’t do anything. I battled with opening my eyes at 11:00 a.m., and for the rest of the day I was nauseated from drowsiness and the gluttony of the previous night. The day after, I was just as disoriented. I had a scheduled trip to get some papers from the same professor who forgot them at home the day before the holiday. This time he told me to wait till Tuesday, it seemed like he had forgotten all about me, again. Something good came out of the delay, however; an unfortunate bombing occurred in Beirut. Had I been there, I would’ve been caught up in the frenzy – my university campus was near the area attacked.

I went back home that day, after circling the mall. I bought some books online and started to read. I opened my progress sheet (an excel sheet I prepared, in which I write the word count progress of the novel I’m working on): 0 words in the last three days. I took out my iPad, switched the Bluetooth on, switched on the iPad-attached keyboard, and starting writing in my journal, which I hadn’t done for the past three weeks. I summed up the few events that occurred during my time away from writing, then did the exact thing I said I wouldn’t do: write my New Year’s Resolutions.

However simple, they were still resolutions. And however simple the act of writing them seemed, it was incremental for me (as a human) to yearn for such trivial act, hoping it would give me the kick I needed to start my year on the right foot. I guess I am not immune to this stuff, after all.


9 thoughts on “How Not to Spend New Year’s Eve”

  1. Well done for doing what felt right for you on NYE . . . even though you were a bit funny the next day. My intention this year to to bring in 2015 fully conscious and present. I don’t want to go to any parties I really would just love to go on retreat somewhere – Bali perhaps : )

  2. Our own traditions are more important than those imposed upon us by others, no?
    I spent my New Years in quite the same way. I called my birth family to wish them well and then spent the night with my new family here in Pennsylvania. We cleaned and went to see the fireworks in Carlisle and then came back to drink, eat, and sleep.
    Fortunately for me, I felt great in the morning after waking.
    Sorry you had such a crummy time of it, but it seems like you learned something for next year, at least! 😀
    Good luck in 2014 and with those resolutions!

    In Earnest,

    King Pollux (AKA Adam)

    P.S. Stay clear of those bombings as much as you can. Scary things out there in the world.

  3. I dunno, I think your new years sounded nice. I didn’t even stay up until midnight, I just went to bed early. Also, I don’t think there is anything wrong with reflection and resolution, it sounds like a healthy part of being human and can be done any time in a year. (My opinions of course).

    1. Yes, I agree. That’s why I didn’t want my resolutions to be strict to NYE. I felt, New Year’s Eve is just another night, I didn’t want to make a huge deal out of it. It was nice, though; I always enjoy the time I spend with my family.

  4. There is so much social pressure about how to spend New Year’s Eve. My husband and I were in bed well before midnight, we had an early flight to catch and had to be up at 03.30am. So we didn’t party either. Each to his own, I say. SD [and I never make NY resolutions!]

    1. Yes, society forces us to follow certain traditions. I felt I should break free of them, and I succeeded for the most part. As for NY resolutions, mine were mere guidelines. I don’t believe that one can take the decision to turn their life around just because the calendar date has changed (at least, I can’t) 😉

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